There is a skylight over my bed where I can gaze and see planes fly past at night. The blinking of lights where I imagine lovers being taken home. Their red and tired eyes sore for something familiar.
A few days ago, I wrote this, discussing the detriments of alcohol abuse and the reasons that supported the assertion that I have a drinking problem.
A bunch of biggish names reinventing some biggish sounds, in rather pleasant fashion
After a couple weeks working at The Company, I still hadn’t been able to get it down. I tried dietary supplements, eating at different times, Wiccan chants… and none of it worked. I couldn’t regulate my schedule.